Thursday, October 27, 2016

The presidential election is rigged.

Hillary was a shoe-in for 2016 before Obama was sworn in - in 2008. The presidential election is rigged. It is a farce. And it doesn't even have to be hidden anymore because enough Americans have been thoroughly indoctrinated by the time they reach the voting age. Many of us have our entire psyche invested in the dominant delusions - (We live in a democracy, voting is our civic duty, our votes count for something, we must go to war to protect obsolete fossil fuels or preserve democracy or topple a dictator, the earth was created for humans to exploit etc.). Most are incapable of recovering from the cavernous disillusionment that occurs when we realize we have been living in a tree of lies our entire lives. A snake sheds its skin when it's ready. It's much easier for people to label others as idealistic etc then to examine and debug their own personal operating system. We live in an age where free thinkers have become the scapegoats. It appears to me that the USA has an autoimmune disease which has systemically spread to other parts of the world.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Reality Robots #2 (President Gun)


Thursday, August 11, 2016

My new strip: Reality Robots [a post apocalytpic world run by robots and various artificially intelligent objects]


Monday, June 06, 2016

Send me some Bitcoins.

Perhaps, you'd like to send me some Bitcoins. You have so many, you don't know what to do with them. The answer just may be hiding on this website. Here's my Bitcoin address in case you decide to fulfill this irrational urge:

13UNbvpWR3xeS15piZEzhJ8XcAB1AQqQ1C
Thanks

Friday, April 29, 2016

Anatomy of an Archangel

He walks on the ground
You can’t see his wings
One second he’s crying
The next second he sings
Hawks another breath
Heaves another jest
He searches for perches
And then he swings
Hanging on sentences of hordes
He wields his pen just like a sword
He dangles and tugs and then cuts the cords
Wings made of tissue
Head made of stars
He smells like an ape
And sings like a sitar
Head in the clouds
Feet on the ground
Hears infinity
In each ounce of sound

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Just the Facts

I am an American 
No tricks up my sleeve 
Every one needs someone
So maybe we can all be friends
I am an American

I'm in love with Americans
I'm in love with the world
I think I can help it
Therefor I am
I'm in love with miracles
We are all miracles

Lizard wants a fight
Lizard wants to start a war
Lizard wants a flight
Lizard wants to sleep with a whore

I'm in love with a miracle 
God is a miracle
I'm in love with a miracle 
God is a miracle
Glory be to God

I am an American
I find my way by the stars
I shaved my head 
I want to meditate in driverless cars
I'm in love with Americans

God is a miracle
God is a miracle
Glory be to God

Yes, I'm in love with a miracle 
I'm in love with the words
I think I can help us
Therefor I am
I'm in love with a miracle

I am an American 
I am a miracle 
I am an American
I am a miracle 

Glory be to God

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The Breath of Resonance

Do you have trouble staying grounded?
Do you feel like you are slowly drowning in a river of humans?
Have you ever experienced a panic attack?

Out of touch with the divine?
Out of touch with nature?
Out of touch with your intuition?
Out of touch with your breath?

I know precisely what you are going through and it is my honor and privilege to help those of us who have been traumatized by our youthful institutional indoctrinations, dysfunctional upbringing, generational karma etc.  Unable to escape these patterns - we weave nets with our brains which only trap us - giving the false sense that we are actually healing something when all we are doing is running to stand still. We do not condone the use of any drugs to mask our feelings. Every tear drop is worth more than all the gold in the world. We encourage authentic emotional expression.

After receiving my psychology degree at the University of Scranton, I have spent over 20 years exploring and mastering many different breath work modalities - tai chi, qi-gong, the 6 Tibetans, circular breathing, didgeridoo sound work, and Tibetan Buddhist chanting - to name a few.

Breath work can connect our consciousness to both the molecular level and the cosmic continuum. I see it as a creative response to soul deep disturbances.
I have learned that breathing patterns dictate the states, flavors and colors of consciousness. I am now committed and inspired to introduce and teach the essence of over 20 years of breath work:

 THE BREATH OF RESONANCE.

I customize modalities based on your own particular way of breathing (shallow/upper respiratory - all the way to full body breathers) which place you firmly on the path of resonance. 

What can you expect? The sky is the limit. Learn to rise above with your true wings - your lungs.
Find our what you have been missing out on. Magic has been there/here all along.

Maybe you’re a brilliant singer - it’s all about the breath!
Find the gifts within.
The time is now.


Monday, April 04, 2016

Dormant

I am a dormant black hole awakening 
Taking its first holographic breaths
Breaking shadows into light
Converting day into night
Wearing death and desire obsessively 
For entertainment purposes only
Its a fashion to be spun

I am a doormat
Made of golden tear drops
Laced with love
It’s an honor and a privilege
When some one wipes their feet
Then passes thru 
Into the empty room  
No windows
No doors

I am a doorman opening windows
In a tower made of nothing
Imaginary particles 
Illuminated 



Sunday, February 07, 2016

Pupils made of protons

I got pupils made of protons
Seeing electrons I never elected.
I’m neutral about neutrons.
Beneath that 
Things 
Get 

Quarky 

Thursday, February 04, 2016

No Title by Michael Byrne


No Title by Michael Byrne


Angry Sun by Michael Byrne


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Visit

I was just told by my girlfriend that her brother will be arriving at approximately1AM to pitch a tent somewhere within the confines of our small 1 bedroom apartment.

"He's allergic to cats!" She scowls sharply at me for fouling her mood with my silly question.

The Dyson Pet and Allergy Vacuum broads silently in the closet.

The perfect escape goat will most likely be safely asleep in the bedroom with ear plugs, eyeshades and cats.